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Stiles posts a tiktok of him just strolling through the woods talking about how he heard on his police scanner someone had found a skull and a skeleton hand buried under a tree.
After he trips for the third time in 5 minutes, he pauses for a break and says, “which is so rude, honestly. Why can’t I find a buried skull?”
He takes a deep breath before exhaling noisy, “anyway, look at this tree,” he turns the camera to a grey, dying looking tree. It’s an odd tree compared to the healthy, full and green trees around it. The tree has bare branches that look like hands grasping at the sky.
Stiles makes a humming noise off camera, “a good classic tree to give a sacrifice.”
“You think so?”
Stiles shrieks and his phone drops to the forest floor.
“What the FUCK?”
There’s a few seconds where there sounds to be a struggle and then another shriek echos through the air.
The video keeps playing for a moment before the view starts to shift as the phone is picked up and then the video ends.
The video gains view after view after view and has a couple hundred comments such as
did he die?
bro, what the hell happened?
part 2????
DID HE GET KIDNAPPED?
staged!!!
Where’s the next part?
Bro, I heard he’s actually missing…
WHY WOULD YOU GO IN THE WOODS ALONE?????
I found the Baron.
While at an airshow (the most fun and autistic event I've ever been to) I stumbled upon a bear dressed in pilots clothes, specifically a bomber jacket, goggles and scarf. Like the outfits of WW1 era pilots. After some timeline checking I present to you the story of the Baron and Baroness.
The baroness has been a suffragette for many years now, while it has been hard work she feels they are close. The Baron fears he might have to take up arms in the great war, while out one day he watches the suffragettes protests. One woman full of determination catches his eye, he admires her courage and spirit, wishing he too could be like that. But as she walks past him, he just watches. The Baron believes he will never see this powerful lady again. As chance would have it they meet once more, a smitten Baron tries his best to woo the Baroness. While his natural wit fails him, his charming attitude and sincerity has the baroness fall in love with him all the same. The war looming it the background of their happy ending. the Baron deems it his responsibility to fight for Britain. Tearful goodbye are shared; the Baron reassures his beloved that, if it weren't for her, he would not have the bravery to fight at all. Before he flies off in to battle the baroness give him a locket with a picture of her. "Keep it close," she says, "it will keep you safe." The baron places it in the pocket closest to his heart. "I win the war for Britain, you win the war for women." They part, and the story ends. We are left wondering; will the allies win the great war? Will the suffragettes procure their rights? And what you are wondering, will they ever see eachother again?
I saw a doll at the thrift store the other day, it was a light brown bear dressed in fancy dress, it was a beautiful maroon with lace. She had a hat on as well. A lovely sufferagette, standing alone atop a dusty wooden shelf. She reminded me of the baroness. Noble, breath taking, yet alone.
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Jason hates to admit it, but the city library is, hands down, the most beautiful building in the whole city. It’s three stories of white marble and reflective glass surrounded by lush green gardens that have the local botanical society swooning year round, create an oasis in the heart of the downtown district that cannot be beaten. Olive trees line the long walk way up to a series of grand walnut doors hand carved with depictions of wildlife that look so real they might jump right off the wood, giving anyone who approaches the air of a grand entrance.
Leaning against one of the building’s imposing Doric columns, Jason looks out at all the people enjoying the lawn, having picnics and playing with their dogs and he can’t help but remember Luke’s words about Annabeth not being the villain he thinks she is. Watching the people of his city that he has taken an oath to protect, the thought that maybe he’s right begins to creep in, but before it can settle, his shoulder is being bumped, pulling him from his thoughts. He frowns and looks up to find his partner, Reyna, donning her signature brown leather jacket over a royal purple blouse.
“Took you long enough,” Jason teases.
“Some of us actually have a life, Grace,” she says with another nudge.
Jason rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s do this.”
He leads the way into the library, stopping abruptly to read a golden plaque that marks the main entrance:
This library could not have been possible without the generous support of local businesswoman, Athena Pallas. The passion Ms. Pallas has for Greek architecture and the pursuit of knowledge were the foundations of this project and this city will forever be in her debt.
Reyna scoffs, “Businesswoman is quite the generous title.”
“No kidding,” Jason adds.
The detectives enter the library and neither of them can help but be awed by the interior’s beauty. The slight gleam of the gold leaf crown molding catches their eyes, their eyeline following down the wall to the bookcases with delicate owl carvings and the olive leaf patterned carpeting.
“At least she had taste,” Jason says in a low voice.
Reyna shrugs. “I prefer a Roman aesthetic myself, but this isn’t too bad if you like the Greek thing.”
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